I walk out of the courthouse, waving at my adoring fans, signing autographs and taking pictures as I go free, it's amazing what fame and money can buy, I'm truly untouchable and still loved and adored by my loyal and stupid fans, none of them seem to care about what I actually did, their obsession with me blinding them, making them only crave a moment of my attention, as I love and feed off the attention they give me.

I awake, from a brief and always to short moment of peace, to the usual painful shocks across my body, from my neck, nipples, buttplug and chastity cage, and scream into the gag that permanently fills my mouth and covers my face and identity from the camera streaming my eternal suffering. My body twitches and twists as much as it can against my firm restraints, the metal bands permanently locked around my wrists, upper and lower arms, ankles, upper and lower legs, waist, chest, neck and forehead, which isn't much as I'm held in place, unable move, my muscles spasming in pain.

As I lay I moan in discomfort and despair as the metal box that I'm forever locked in begins to heat up, sweat quickly pouring over me and stinging my eyes and my container filling with a horrid smell. A viewer must have paid to increase the temperature, I hope not for long, at least they didn't choose the freezer option, thw sweat box might be unbearable but the freezing cold temperature is harder to endure, not that I have an option, the box I'm imprisoned inside is permanently sealed shut and no one ever enters my cell, the only link to the outside world are the cameras pointed directly at me through the glass panel on the top and inside the box, all documenting my pain and suffering for my new fans and possibly some of my older fans. No one knows that I'm here, my face is hidden behind a mask, the only thing they see are my eyes, showing my look of pain, suffering, fear and desperation, although I'm sure that some have pieced it together, a famous person disappears and then an anonymous prisoner appears on the same day.

I remember thinking that I was untouchable and could get away with everything, my fans still followed me and my wealth could get me out of anything but none of it has saved me from my fate, none of my fans have saved me and none of my wealth got me out of my prison. When I woke up from the drugs already entombed in this horrible metal coffin, kept sealed away and alive, tortured and tormented for the pleasure of sadistic viewers, I knew where I was from the start, knew of this place, anyone with wealth and power does, I was even planning on coming here for some fun one day, a site on the dark web, one which has continuous live streams of countless prisoners, some actual criminals and some apparently crazy enough to volunteer for this life, all permanently imprisoned, starved, fucked and tortured for the rest of their lives. My suspicions were confirmed by the last words that I ever heard, as the warden explained my new life to me as I panicked and desperately pulled against my restraints, my body trying to move, something that I've begun to forget as my muscle atrophy after so long trapped and unable to do everything but wait for the next shock or for a painful enema, or for the temperature to either reach boiling or freezing or to be forced to consume my waste, which isn't much worse than the disgusting meals that I'm forced to swallow, ones that don't fill me and leave me hungry and starved and containing drugs that keep me horny and along with my buttplug constantly teasing me, makes my cock constantly strain painfully against its own prison and my balls to be full and aching with frustration and denial.

Part of me even envies the other prisoners, at least they get to move in their chains and shackles and they get to see, hear and feel the touch of another person, ever if they're only fucking or torturing them, part of me would willingly accept that treatment for any human contact.

Part of me wishes that I'd done better with the life I had, I could have done so much, instead I misused my wealth and power and only cared about myself and now I'm paying the price, trapped in this hell, one where I'm alone, forever separated from human contact, just a plaything for those like me before I woke up here. I cry out as another wave of electric shocks ripple through my body, as I continue my life of misery, trapped in my hellish coffin, denied and tormented forever, forced to endure for the entertainment of others.

All I ever wanted was a devoted legion of fans, going by the number of people who pay to torture me everyday, I seem to have achieved that, even though I will never see or hear them, in a twisted way I got exactly what I've always wanted, fame, fans and attention but also an eternity of isolation and torture.